“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” —Desmond Tutu

It’s been exactly four years since I posted in this blog. It’s like God was nudging me to write again. I received an email about renewing my website. I saw an article of someone who kept a diary during the Spanish flu pandemic and I even noticed a headline that read: “Write it down. Keep a pandemic journal.”

Okay. I got the hint.

Last night, I read the 24 entries I wrote a few years ago. It felt like I instantly traveled back into time. It was a different chapter in my life, but the topics were very interesting. The Masks We Wear — definitely takes on a new meaning these days since the Coronavirus pandemic.

In the beginning of the COVID-19 quarantine, putting on a face mask before going to the grocery store felt weird. I always joked that wearing my bandana made me feel like a bank robber. But these days, it’s against the law if you don’t wear one. Wearing a face mask is required when you pump gas. Some stores will refuse customers coming into their place of business without such gear.

Is this the new norm?

It will be. For a while.

But despite the dark and grim world we live in these days, there is hope.

It is always the darkest before the dawn.

This, too, shall pass.

Every storm runs out of rain.

There can be no rainbow without a cloud and a storm.

The famous quotes are endless.

I think God is asking me to revive this blog during a time when people need hope. Some inspiration. And, perhaps, a gentle reminder that even in quarantine, our hearts can truly take us anywhere.

We just need to believe. And have hope.